Republic Day
or any other day
he has to wake up
in the wee hours of
the morning.
Daily chores within minutes
then a dash to
the railway station
of waves of lightning.
To and fro waves
of local trains
he dives headlong into one
stuffed with ‘live particles’
aplenty.
Within minutes
heading outside
a dash to the workplace
a work uniform change
ready one, two, three.
No rest except in
the noon
again continuance of
the hard tasks
till the metropolis
gets draped in milky light.
Again a dash
to the waves of
lightning locals
diving headlong
reaching within
minutes to
the destined station
dash to his ‘Taj Mahal’
bath, food,
a ‘quickie’
sound sleep,
that’s all.
Republic day,
or any other day.
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